Out on the edge of an empty highwayHowling at the blood on the moonBig diesel Mack truck rolling down my wayI can't hit that border too soonRunning hard out of Muskrat FlatsIt was sixty days or double lifeHail on my back like a shotgun blastHigh wind chimes in the nightOh oh, the pride of CucamongaOh oh, bitter olives in the sunOh oh, I had me some lovin'And I done some timeSince I came down from OregonThere's a lesson or two I've learnedBy standing in the road aloneStanding watching the fires burnThe northern sky it stinks with greedYou could smell it for miles aroundThe good ole boys in the Greystone HotelSitting doing that git on downOh oh, the pride of CucamongaOh oh, silver apples in the sunOh oh, I had me some lovin'And I done some timeI see your silver shining townBut I know I can't go thereYour streets run deep with poisoned wineYour doorways crawl with fearSo I think I'll drift for ol' where it's atWhere the weed grows green and fineAnd wrap myself around a bush of that brightWhoa, on Oaxaca vineYes, it's me, I'm the pride of CucamongaI can see golden forests in the sunOh oh, I had me some lovin'And I done some timeAnd I done some timeAnd I done some time